Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by CMW. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.